Next time Anders is out of town and one of Martin or Karin’s little friends wants to come over to play on the day you had planned on relaxing, politely suggest that it’s their turn to host. The decision to stop after two children was the right one, no doubt about it.
I think the sign of a successful potluck is when the dessert-to-other-food ratio is 3 to 1. You would have hated it, galestorm, it was one of those pregnancy/delivery conversation evenings because 2 people were pregnant (a second-timer, and a first-timer with twins on the way) and 1 has a 6-month old, so those of us who have already had children spent quite a bit of time scaring the bejeezus out of poor Laurie with horror stories. 🙂 Hey, it happened to ME, it’s only fair to pass the experience along! muahaha! Since we didn’t get home until after 10,...
She’s my real martian beauty My number nine cutie She has nine hairs on her head 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 Tied up in ribbons of red She has nine little eyes All the same size Looking up, down, round, and straight ahead She has nine little holes in her turned up nose And she snores when she goes to bed She has nine arms that’s one of her charms, Each just like the other; Some people say she looks like her dad; Some say she looks like her mother. She has 1, 2, 3, 4,...
Package Dance results were good for me today as there were 2 waiting in the mailbox when I got home, and they weren’t Christmas presents so I could open them right away and they were all BOOKS! goody goody (thanks mom!) One of the packages was 4 books for the kids, and what a stroke of genius my mom had: she sent a SUPERHEROES coloring book for Karin. As she saw it and picked it up, she crowed, “Oh oh oh oh Batman!!!” LOL Then the kids sang the Batman TV theme song, which mind you, they’ve never seen, all...
Reading several people’s blogs/journals about their childhood with angry fathers made me realize once again how lucky I was. My family wasn’t spectacularly dysfunctional, and my dad didn’t start drinking until I was a teenager. Or at least I didn’t notice the effects until I was a teenager. My parents were spankers, within the limits of reasonableness, until I was about 5-6, then I don’t remember being spanked except once, and I deserved it. Seems like everyone got spanked in the 70’s 🙂 We were living in Nebraska so I would have been somewhere around 8-9 years old. We had...
I have a policy never to argue politics or religion with anyone because I believe it’s nearly impossible to change anyone’s mind. I think people have to get to that point on their own initiative, and that the politics and religion of their childhood will often, although thank goodness not always, be the most influential factor in a person’s adult philosophy. Living as an American expatriate means living in a dichotomy of feelings about the country of my birth. It’s even harder since I was raised as a military brat with all the subtle and unsubtle indoctrination and propaganda that...
Mom Finds Out About Blog! (thanks, dooce)
Congratulations to my mom, for finally figuring out what she wanted to be when she grew up! Her certification as a Healing Touch Practitioner is now official!!
What a silly and stimulating evening I had yesterday, trading horrible puns with ozswede and then watching West Wing, one of the only shows currently showing on Swedish television, or anywhere for that matter, that assumes you are intelligent and expects you to keep up. Anders swears it’s making his brain cramp 🙂 Speaking of Anders, my poor husband is having a very bad day. He didn’t have a massage either, this morning, like I did, which is helping me roll with the punches. The asphalt crew that started working on our street this morning at 7 a.m. told him...
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